The moment Baiyun swallowed him by the demonic flames of the four demon kings, Baiyun used his perseverance to use that move to the extreme. Before he could see whether he hurt them, he lost consciousness.
Where is this?
It's dark and it's impossible to know where it is
The white clouds groped in the dark, trying to find something to rely on
Darkness and nothingness made him feel confused
This feeling hasn't been felt for many years, and it's even a little strange
It was on one night when he was three years old, looking at the feeling in front of him on the cold bed. It was pitch black, a dream and snoring sound.
That night, he suddenly grew up, and understood sorrow and sorrow, as well as forbearance and tenacity.
One night when he was five years old, he was even more unfamiliar and colder on the bed. He looked at the faint darkness in front of him, and the sound of teeth colliding beside him, and the sound of heavy snow falling outside the window
At the beginning of that night, his heart also fell. It was originally at a low point, but it fell into the abyss
That night, he shed tears all night
One night when I was seven years old, there was no bed, only the uneven and cold ground and the endless darkness in front of me. The sound of the wind whistling outside the abandoned mine cave and the smell of the air.
That was the gift left to him by the previous miner
That night, he learned nothing, but after that night, he began to feel a little numb and depressed, like an old man in his twilight years.
The accidental innocence and enthusiasm are getting farther and farther away from him
Looking back, those countless days of worry and sadness seem to be very close, and seem to be very far away
Countless fragments of memory surged in my mind, hurt and happy, all the past appeared before my eyes, but I forgot the darkness and nothingness
I forgot about the pursuit of the place at this time
You are here? An old voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Baiyun's memory
Who are you? Baiyun asked, his voice low
Just as I was about to be on guard, I found that there was no real qi at all, and I didn't even feel my own existence or the physical existence
Are you dead?
Yes, there is a possibility, because he still remembers that the monstrous demonic flame swallowed him before he lost consciousness.
Am I dead? Baiyun didn't wait for the old voice to answer, and asked again
What is death? The old voice seemed to be asking, and it seemed to be sighing
What is death? Death is losing the body and only the soul is left. Bai Yun replied thinking about it
He didn't know why he answered him, as if his voice had an irresistible magic that made him unable to help but listen to him.
Bai Yun was shocked by this discovery. Who is he?
Where is this place?
Baiyun thinks this situation is very strange now
What is the soul? The old voice asked with irresistible majesty
Why should I answer you? Bai Yun didn't like the feeling of being controlled and ordered, and asked back
Yes? Why do you want to answer me? Why do I ask? The old voice was confused and murmured
It's like asking, or talking to oneself
Bai Yun suspected that this old man might be a lunatic, or a saint
It was silent, a ball of darkness, and the old man's voice did not sound again after a long time
Where is this place? Baiyun finally couldn't stand the boundless darkness and silence, and asked out loud, feeling that the old man was still there
Yes, where is this? Can you tell me? The old voice sounded. Although this sound seemed to be a little Zen-like, it also made Bai Yun, who was irritated in the dark, get crazy.
What a madman Bai Yun said in his heart
No longer have any hope of the old man being able to answer his questions
Old man, can't you make this place brighter? For example, if you light a lamp or something, Bai Yun cannot be as knowledgeable as a madman, and said humbly
What is the old man? What is the light? The old voice fell into confusion again. Baiyun seemed to see an old man with wrinkles on his face. His eyes were turbid, his body was hunched, and he muttered to himself. There was still a trace of unbreakable saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Bai Yun was almost crazy by him, and he kept saying bad luck in his heart
What is unlucky? Who is this old man? The old voice asked curiously, which surprised Bai Yun and was also a little amused and crying.
I thought I had encountered not just a lunatic, but a monster
It's so unlucky
Bai Yun suddenly remembered Xiao Zhao. She became like this. How was she?
Have you been implicated by yourself?
Thinking of the people in the Sumeru Act, they would not be able to come out without themselves.
And wives, they all have babies, but they just left them like this
What the hell is this going on!
But at the last moment, all he could do was that
Go to their fate! Bastard! Ah Bai Yun finished scolding loudly at the sky and howled constantly
Full of resentment and injustice
In fact, he didn't know if he was cursing to the sky, because he couldn't feel his body, but his voice was indeed similar to howls of a wolf, and he heard it more realistically.
What did the brat scream? Is it still not allowed to sleep? The old and stern voice recalled, and the voice was filled with indisputable majesty
The same sound gives Bai Yun a completely different feeling
At the same time, a faint light suddenly appeared in front of Baiyun. The light was dim color, as if it was an oil lamp that was about to be extinguished.
Only the lights are seen, no lights are seen
Next to the lamp was a hunched figure leaning against something. Under the faint light, you could barely see his snow-white and messy hair scattered, really like an old madman.
The lights are too dark and can hardly illuminate anything, but it seems to set off the boundless darkness
Old man, I think you are so lonely alone, so let's talk. Baiyun said
He felt that this place was really quiet enough. If he stayed alone, he would definitely go crazy. Although he was a little crazy, he could still think less about his wife and children.
The old man didn't say anything, leaned against Bai Yun
But the light is still on
Baiyun walked towards the light and the hunched figure. Let's say this for the time being, because he felt that he was leaving, but he could not find evidence of his leaving.
Looking at the lights, the old man was very close to Baiyun, but after walking for a while, he found that he had not brought him any closer.
Baiyun was a little shocked and didn't understand what was going on. Could it be his own hallucination?
There is a possibility, but it may not be like this. This is just a joke made by the old man
Thoughts: Today I saw a comment about Mr. Jin Yong’s martial arts novel, and I felt a lot of emotion
Many memories of the past come to my heart like green duckweed. I really miss those crazy and frivolous years. I used to smile and feel comfortable for the happiness and sweetness of the characters in the book, and I also clenched my fists because of their pain and hardships. I have never had such time again. In this life, I will never be able to achieve the literary talent of Mr. Jin.
That was the glory of an era and an unattainable peak. Master Huang may be side by side with Mr. Jin, but who else can carry the flag after that? I really hope that such a person will appear!
At the same time, I also encourage myself to do my best to write good works, not just general online novels and online novels, but also wonderful. I hope that one day my novels can be a member of the wonderful queue
Thank you for your support, your support is my motivation to forge ahead!
Where is this?
It's dark and it's impossible to know where it is
The white clouds groped in the dark, trying to find something to rely on
Darkness and nothingness made him feel confused
This feeling hasn't been felt for many years, and it's even a little strange
It was on one night when he was three years old, looking at the feeling in front of him on the cold bed. It was pitch black, a dream and snoring sound.
That night, he suddenly grew up, and understood sorrow and sorrow, as well as forbearance and tenacity.
One night when he was five years old, he was even more unfamiliar and colder on the bed. He looked at the faint darkness in front of him, and the sound of teeth colliding beside him, and the sound of heavy snow falling outside the window
At the beginning of that night, his heart also fell. It was originally at a low point, but it fell into the abyss
That night, he shed tears all night
One night when I was seven years old, there was no bed, only the uneven and cold ground and the endless darkness in front of me. The sound of the wind whistling outside the abandoned mine cave and the smell of the air.
That was the gift left to him by the previous miner
That night, he learned nothing, but after that night, he began to feel a little numb and depressed, like an old man in his twilight years.
The accidental innocence and enthusiasm are getting farther and farther away from him
Looking back, those countless days of worry and sadness seem to be very close, and seem to be very far away
Countless fragments of memory surged in my mind, hurt and happy, all the past appeared before my eyes, but I forgot the darkness and nothingness
I forgot about the pursuit of the place at this time
You are here? An old voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Baiyun's memory
Who are you? Baiyun asked, his voice low
Just as I was about to be on guard, I found that there was no real qi at all, and I didn't even feel my own existence or the physical existence
Are you dead?
Yes, there is a possibility, because he still remembers that the monstrous demonic flame swallowed him before he lost consciousness.
Am I dead? Baiyun didn't wait for the old voice to answer, and asked again
What is death? The old voice seemed to be asking, and it seemed to be sighing
What is death? Death is losing the body and only the soul is left. Bai Yun replied thinking about it
He didn't know why he answered him, as if his voice had an irresistible magic that made him unable to help but listen to him.
Bai Yun was shocked by this discovery. Who is he?
Where is this place?
Baiyun thinks this situation is very strange now
What is the soul? The old voice asked with irresistible majesty
Why should I answer you? Bai Yun didn't like the feeling of being controlled and ordered, and asked back
Yes? Why do you want to answer me? Why do I ask? The old voice was confused and murmured
It's like asking, or talking to oneself
Bai Yun suspected that this old man might be a lunatic, or a saint
It was silent, a ball of darkness, and the old man's voice did not sound again after a long time
Where is this place? Baiyun finally couldn't stand the boundless darkness and silence, and asked out loud, feeling that the old man was still there
Yes, where is this? Can you tell me? The old voice sounded. Although this sound seemed to be a little Zen-like, it also made Bai Yun, who was irritated in the dark, get crazy.
What a madman Bai Yun said in his heart
No longer have any hope of the old man being able to answer his questions
Old man, can't you make this place brighter? For example, if you light a lamp or something, Bai Yun cannot be as knowledgeable as a madman, and said humbly
What is the old man? What is the light? The old voice fell into confusion again. Baiyun seemed to see an old man with wrinkles on his face. His eyes were turbid, his body was hunched, and he muttered to himself. There was still a trace of unbreakable saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Bai Yun was almost crazy by him, and he kept saying bad luck in his heart
What is unlucky? Who is this old man? The old voice asked curiously, which surprised Bai Yun and was also a little amused and crying.
I thought I had encountered not just a lunatic, but a monster
It's so unlucky
Bai Yun suddenly remembered Xiao Zhao. She became like this. How was she?
Have you been implicated by yourself?
Thinking of the people in the Sumeru Act, they would not be able to come out without themselves.
And wives, they all have babies, but they just left them like this
What the hell is this going on!
But at the last moment, all he could do was that
Go to their fate! Bastard! Ah Bai Yun finished scolding loudly at the sky and howled constantly
Full of resentment and injustice
In fact, he didn't know if he was cursing to the sky, because he couldn't feel his body, but his voice was indeed similar to howls of a wolf, and he heard it more realistically.
What did the brat scream? Is it still not allowed to sleep? The old and stern voice recalled, and the voice was filled with indisputable majesty
The same sound gives Bai Yun a completely different feeling
At the same time, a faint light suddenly appeared in front of Baiyun. The light was dim color, as if it was an oil lamp that was about to be extinguished.
Only the lights are seen, no lights are seen
Next to the lamp was a hunched figure leaning against something. Under the faint light, you could barely see his snow-white and messy hair scattered, really like an old madman.
The lights are too dark and can hardly illuminate anything, but it seems to set off the boundless darkness
Old man, I think you are so lonely alone, so let's talk. Baiyun said
He felt that this place was really quiet enough. If he stayed alone, he would definitely go crazy. Although he was a little crazy, he could still think less about his wife and children.
The old man didn't say anything, leaned against Bai Yun
But the light is still on
Baiyun walked towards the light and the hunched figure. Let's say this for the time being, because he felt that he was leaving, but he could not find evidence of his leaving.
Looking at the lights, the old man was very close to Baiyun, but after walking for a while, he found that he had not brought him any closer.
Baiyun was a little shocked and didn't understand what was going on. Could it be his own hallucination?
There is a possibility, but it may not be like this. This is just a joke made by the old man
Thoughts: Today I saw a comment about Mr. Jin Yong’s martial arts novel, and I felt a lot of emotion
Many memories of the past come to my heart like green duckweed. I really miss those crazy and frivolous years. I used to smile and feel comfortable for the happiness and sweetness of the characters in the book, and I also clenched my fists because of their pain and hardships. I have never had such time again. In this life, I will never be able to achieve the literary talent of Mr. Jin.
That was the glory of an era and an unattainable peak. Master Huang may be side by side with Mr. Jin, but who else can carry the flag after that? I really hope that such a person will appear!
At the same time, I also encourage myself to do my best to write good works, not just general online novels and online novels, but also wonderful. I hope that one day my novels can be a member of the wonderful queue
Thank you for your support, your support is my motivation to forge ahead!
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